Then he felt that aura.
Very dim. It was so dim that it was almost extinguished, like a candle flickering in the wind.
That aura contained so many things: pain, exhaustion, and despair, but the essence remained the same: an unyielding spirit, that person’s will, and that person’s continued waiting.
Jiang Xue Lan.
He’s still alive.
David withdrew his divine sense, a cold glint radiating from his purple eyes.
A moment later, he leapt into the air.
There was no gathering of energy, no hand seals, and no use of any techniques.
With a light touch of his toe, he turned into a purple beam of light, shooting into the sky.
The speed was so great that only a faint purple shadow remained on the barren land.
The shadow only lasted for less than an instant before disappearing, while he himself had already vanished into the distance, flying towards the direction of the Gods Alliance’s main hall.
Its speed was so incredible that it shot through the air.
A sharp sonic boom reverberated through the air, like countless thunderclaps roaring together.
The clouds forcibly parted behind him, forming a straight passage in which resided a chaotic purple power.
On the ground level, some heretical cultivators hiding in the valley were practicing secretly.
They heard an earth-shaking sonic boom, and when they looked up, they saw a streak of purple light streak across the sky, moving so fast that they could only see a faint purple streak.
“What is that?” asked a young cultivator with a trembling voice.
The older cultivator squinted and stared for a long time, then his expression suddenly changed.
His lips trembled, and it took him a long time to say two words.
“David”.
Protoss Alliance Great Hall.
The lights were bright, and the place was bustling with people.
The entire hall covered an area of several thousand square feet and was made entirely of white jade. Countless sparkling pearls were inlaid on the roof, lighting up the hall as if it were daytime.
The pillars within the hall were engraved with the accomplishments of the gods, clearly depicting their suppression of all races, dominion over the sixteen heavens, and the spread of holy light.
Each mural tells the story of the power and majesty of the Protoss Alliance.
The main hall’s protective barrier remained active the entire time, with nine layers of golden light protecting the entire hall. Countless runes flickered on the shield, emitting a powerful defensive energy.
The square was filled with three thousand holy cultivators, all wearing armor and armed with weapons. Holy light swirled around them, turning the entire hall into a sea of gold.
Wei Pengkun sat on a golden throne.
The throne was three zhang tall and made of pure gold. Nine fist-sized light stones were embedded in the back of the throne.
From the throne, the entire palace spread out before him. He was the leader of the Divine Alliance, the helm of the strongest force on Sixteenth Heaven, leading hundreds of thousands of cultivators and countless mighty warriors under his command.
Here, he is the supreme king.
But right now, his slender fingers were tapping up and down on the armrest, producing a dry and monotonous tapping sound.
The sound echoed in the hall, making all the monks standing by felt a strange sense of oppression.
Wei Pengkun’s expression fluctuated between bright and grim.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot. He hasn’t slept for several days.
The two Supreme Elders went to Seventeenth Heaven, and there had been no news about them for a long time.
Despite his greatest threat, David, having his physical body destroyed by the two Supreme Elders, his soul was sealed within the Soul Suppressing Pearl.
He would not rest as long as his soul remained.
“Alliance Leader.”
A god-level cultivator stepped into the main hall, his footsteps echoing throughout the hall with a slight rush.
The monk’s face was ashen as he knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles.
“A messenger from the northern border has sent an urgent report.”
His voice trembled, “A streak of purple light shot towards the main hall at an incredible speed. When the scout saw the light on Huiyan Peak, it was still 500 miles away. But just as he finished writing that urgent report, the light was already 300 miles away.”
Instantly, the hall was enveloped in an eerie silence.
All the monks standing by stopped what they were doing, and all the elders raised their heads.
The golden holy light was still twinkling, but for some reason, the hall suddenly became somewhat cold.
Wei Pengkun’s fingers, which were tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped.
The index finger hovered in the air, shaking slightly.
“Suspected of doing what?” His voice was cold, so cold that it didn’t sound like the voice of a living person.
“Suspected…” The cultivator swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moved up and down three times, “Suspected to be David.”
David.
These two words were like ice daggers, piercing into everyone’s hearts.
Wei Pengkun’s face immediately turned pale.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the golden throne.
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant changes are noted in David’s power upon his return to the Sixteenth Heaven?
A: David’s power has amplified several times over, causing his Dragon Slayer Sword to hum with excitement, despite the thinner spiritual energy of the Sixteenth Heaven compared to the Seventeenth.
Q: How does David’s return demeanor reflect his future intentions?
A: David returns with an absolute calm, devoid of anger or killing intent, which is described as more terrifying, signifying that anyone who opposes him has already been mentally sentenced to death.
Share your predictions on how David’s calm determination and expansive divine perception will shape the unfolding narrative in the Sixteenth Heaven!